In Vision to His Saints God Spake

In vi­sion to His saints God spake:

“From out the peo­ple one I take

A migh­ty lead­er

true and brave

Ordained

ex­alt­ed

strong to save.

My chos­en serv­ant I ap­point

With ho­ly oil His head an­oint;

My hand with Him shall still re­main

My arm His strength shall well sus­tain.

“No ene­my shall Him af­fright

His ad­ver­sar­ies I will smite

My faith­ful­ness to Him will prove

And nev­er­more My grace re­move.

Yea

He shall tri­umph in My name

And great shall be His pow­er and fame

From sea to sea His migh­ty hand

Shall hold do­min­ion o’er the land.

“‘Thou art my Fa­ther

’ He shall cry

‘My God

My rock of re­fuge high’;

My first­born Son shall He be owned

Above the kings of earth en­throned.

For Him My mer­cy shall en­dure

My co­ve­nant with Him is sure;

His throne and race I will main­tain

Forever

while the heav­ens re­main.

“Should sons of His My laws for­sake

My just com­mands and sta­tut­es break

Then

though My rod their sins re­prove

My mer­cy I will not re­move.

Though they be chast­ened sore and tried

My faith­ful­ness shall yet abide;

My plight­ed word I will not break

Nor change the pro­mise that I spake.

My oath is stead­fast

ev­er sure

My Serv­ant’s race shall still en­dure;

His throne for­ev­er firm shall stay

When sun and moon have passed away.

On Thine an­oint­ed wrath is poured

As if Thy co­ve­nant were ab­horred;

Thou hast pro­faned His king­ly crown

His match­less strength is brok­en down.

He is re­proached and spoiled of all

His ene­mies up­on Him fall;

His beau­ty is con­sumed away

Forgotten is His king­ly sway.

Cut off in youth

His sac­red name

Is co­vered now with deep­est shame;

How long

O Lord

shall wrath ab­ide?

Thy face for­ev­er wilt Thou hide?

Think on my life; O Lord

take thought;

Hast Thou cre­at­ed man for naught?

What man that lives has pow­er to save

His soul from death

and from the grave?

Where are Thy mer­cies which of old

Were in Thy pro­mis­es fore­told?

Remember

Lord

the bit­ter shame

Heaped on Thine own An­oint­ed’s name.

I sing of mer­cies that en­dure

Forever build­ed firm and sure

Of faith­ful­ness that nev­er dies

Established change­less in the skies.

Blest be the Lord for­ev­er­more

Whose pro­mise stands from days of yore.

His word is faith­ful now as then;

Blest be His name. Amen

Amen.